Why this inspired us
A parent asks a child to open a tiny seed and look inside. There is nothing to see, and yet a great tree grows from it. The smallest beginnings hold more than we can see.
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Chandogya Upanishad 6.12.2
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In its original context
The Upanishads are some of the oldest writings that ask the big questions directly: what is the self, and what is real? The Chandogya is one of the longest and oldest, and its sixth chapter is a conversation between a father, Uddalaka, and his son, Shvetaketu.
Shvetaketu has come home at twenty-four after twelve years of study, sure he has learned everything. His father asks whether he has learned the one thing that makes everything else understandable. He hasn't. So the father teaches him through everyday experiments: salt dissolved in water, honey gathered from many flowers, rivers flowing into the sea.
In this one he tells his son to bring a fig from the great banyan tree and break it open. Tiny seeds. Break one open. What do you see? Nothing at all, says the son. Then the father says: that finest essence you cannot see, from that very thing this great tree stands. Believe me, my son. Each lesson in the chapter ends the same way, telling Shvetaketu that this subtle essence is what he himself is made of too.
Something to think about
Is the biggest part of something sometimes the part we cannot see?
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